Other than that, my life is pretty dang good right now. I live in an absolutely beautiful part of the country (Silicon Valley), and spend my weekends hiking and biking. Now that daylight savings time has started, I even have enough time after work to ride my bicycle down to the baylands to watch the sunset.
I have plenty of other things in my life, too: I like good beer. I like good movies. I like good books. I like good music. I like my motorcycle. I like my car. I like good food. I like anime. I like games.
While I dislike my job (very easy/boring), it pays well enough, is a low number of hours for software industry (40-45), and it gives me a chance to listen to audiobooks/music when doing simpler tasks (most of the day). While my body is in a tiny office debugging some piece of crap code, my mind is exploring the great philosophers of our history and is enraptured by great novelists, and not-so-great popular writers (since they're fun, dang it!).
The tangible things that I want, but lack (house, boat, sound system), are simply a result of not yet having earned the money for them. It’s only a matter of time.
I’ve worked through most of the raw angst and debilitating inhibitions that were constraining me for most of my life, but there’s still some left. The other thing I want to change is being so OCD about internet use.
But even when I’m out enjoying myself, loneliness strikes unexpectedly, and it completely pulls me out of whatever it is that I’m doing, and can consume my thought process for the rest of the day. The loneliness was the main source of the raw angst that I’ve had to deal with, which reminds me of it, even though it should be behind me.
My romantic history is absolutely nothing (a few dates that never went anywhere), and even my track record for having friends (of either gender) is horrible, to the point that I feel that I would be better off not dealing with such things.
I spent two years wholly absorbed by trying everything I could to learn about human behavior, psychology, and communication (going as far as taking an entire college semester of communication classes). I went to as many social events as I could, and aside from one real friend (and some superficial ones who were always “busy” the entire 2 years that I knew them, despite their pretending to like me. They're all back in New Mexico), nothing good came of it. Beginning last summer, I ran out of the the endurance to keep it up. Instead of spending all of my energy on such foolishness and seeing nothing in return, I’d rather just live my life on my own terms.
I still banter with my roommates and coworkers, plus attend some social functions, but it feels empty and a waste of time.
If I could simply eliminate the psychological need for attachment, things would be great. It just seems like wanting to have friends and a girlfriend is more like a drug craving than something I genuinely want to be part of my life.